Needs of an Ally, to join the Force...
I demand the dignity Divine...
May I receive! The Sheilds of all Time...
Beside... He will travel...

Bringer of Order!
He will shake the Earth... By his Chant...
Purest Warrior... Shall raise... The Mystikal...

Godly... He shall be fierce!
His breath will be part of the Cataclysm...
Kindness over all...
Same age as His Guider!
Translater af beyond in His Word...
Apprentice of life!
Knows to respect Me... Me... My Magick...

I am thankful for the gift...
... You'll be proud!
I will asure this... I promise...
May my wrath be fruitful...

... Wise! Remain hidden...
Men storm with Me...
Human follow this War...
Beyond in the Cataclysm...

02. Mould in a Breed (Chapter I - Bestial Propagation)

Beneath the dark earth...
Under the black seas...
Underworld reign in ground below!
In a promised realm lies a race?
Gargoyle beiings roam within
The fertile Valley of... Existence.

Their colonizing approach assault the sources...
The Valley torn by the masterful beasts!
The wilderness life potential retrieved from their vitality.

For aeons... The Force had been drained.
Misused selfishness of the center's resources!
Mightiest thoughts? ... Wish an ultimate control.

They developed this new energy.
That occurs to be a malformation...
Among them spreads... The winged gargoyles.

I know power... One of them said!
"i vest-tas..."
He speaks for its kind.
The unawaken part of the race,
Followed the winged ones...
Downward their disastered fear...

The Valley has been marked with death, in Its Existence.
The foul stench of steel, rusted the nature's life...
Rhe Domain's virtues loosing Their colours, fading from
fear...
Their fungus sets in the Valley of purity...
By bruising the clouds above... Deep below the world!
Underearth!

A hopeless mass obscured by thousands shadows...
Crushed by the ruling winged masters...
They... Who simultaneously banish themselves!
To raze their everlasting Underworld...

The Essence oft the Existence wasted to immortal
destruction...
The Exploitation oft the infinite well ofn resources?
... Dying, but closing Itself upon the gargoyles...
Over Earthworld!
The claim of the Valley... The claim? Life.
Death! Death! Death! Dead.

You'll stay like a being...
You'll suffer among yourselves...
With your new replenished energy!
Reversed effect on my soul...
Your bright plunged world of doom!
... Doom!
... Gargoyles falling winged ones, flying for the clouds...
Above... Below, smash retreat deep in their well of ills...
... Gargoyles lying small ones, dying on the ground...
Below... Rise, above the clouds, the Valley feels..

03. Whirlwind of Withered Blossoms (Chapter II - Forgotten Ancestors)

Absent are the skies that tend the winds...
It overruns the enraged lands...
Surpassed beyond the life bonds...
Spitting forth Its blizzard of Wars

Of Wars... Of Wars... Of Wars...

One's belief and effort shall survive this...
Search the oldest form of wisdom that has been
inscribed...
By the Codex Life Itself...

One's bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the
earth...
One's bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the
earth...

Unique is the way that balances our key, to negate
the unliving...
Extraction... Exclaims the wrath of the Valley!

The geyser holes expulse their breaths...
Cold emptyness of the enchanted Source.
That turns the ashes, reducing it to dirt...
As the Underworld winds teleport the plaque...
Upon the gargoyles supposed Creation...
Creation... Creation... Creation...

Withered auras are stolen from their centered
bodies...
An interiorisation blackened gate is born.
The arcs fade from their pounding sphere...
... Feelings vanished out of their world,
As hate was created onto their Land...
Onto their Land... Onto their Land... Onto their
Land...

Screamed by mouths of the earth...
Hurls of bowling are cast from the hollows.
That break the sounds in their thoughts...
To lose control in themselves...
Unbound lividity...

Demonized gargoyles art what thou art...
To be forever souless, burning...
Then thou are now weak in nature.
From the rising dawn, you'll be converted horrors...
Of the well known Bottoms...
Bottoms... Bottoms... Well known Bottoms

One's blossom revived the whirlwinded vortex...
Resurrect from the dryness of the underdepths...
But few found this reality...
By simply reading One's knowledge... In the heart's
Valley...
In the heart's Valley...

The creators understood the meaning above their way,
Leaving behind the winged carrions...
To be forever deminished, burning...
Now forgotten as... Now forgotten as... Now forgotten
as...
Now forgotten as... the Ancient Ones!
... Ons's Ancient Thee) As forgotten, now...
As forgotten, now... As forgotten, now... As forgotten,
now...
Burning... Burning...
Now forgotten as... Now forgotten as... Now forgotten
as...
Now forgotten as... The Ancient Ones...

04. Feeling the Neverworld (Chapter III - An Infinite Transmigration)

After life is born?
The battle! It is over.
... Hatred still flows...
As corrupted demons sing...
The spout of death to the Dead...

... A world broke apart,
As the self chosen creatures cry...
To the old lands below!
Before life is reborn!
To enhance the path once again... Again...

... New life apeared upstream,
Above underworld...
For the innocent Ones...
Its nature and the breathing Ones...
To pursue with their lives...

Clairvoyance...
I'm dark... I'm pure silence...
A dream... Or the shadowgate truth...
Open to the smell?

Abomination...
Demon... Abomination!

07. Once… upon Possession (Chapter II - Legacy of Both Lores)

In fiery of my wake!
The forces of light...
Strike my being to dissipate the Evil...
Affection, that was displayed... Upon my soul.
To prevent, eternal nights... Upcoming days of regression.
Like those past... Previously? And before me...
YOU!

My images have You given order to the dead...
TURN BACK!
My images have You seen with the dead...
TURN BACK!
My images You thrown to the side of the dead...
TURN BACK!
My images have You thrown to the ground of the dead...
TURN BACK!
My images have You enclosed with walls...
TURN BACK!
My images have You locked into the gate of the wall...
TURN BACK!
My images have You given order to the god of fire...
TURN BACK!

The undead spell was repelled...
The reflection is clearly me.
But that smell was not actually gone?
I hasten myself in the basement.
Without looking, what is to be found?
In those disgusting chambers...

It is dark...
I'm afraid of what lies beyond...
(I come towards You...)
I enter the front in face of me!
And couldn't see my path...
It is windy...
A void of impurity!
(Once... Upon possession)
A presence of shadowing life...
Imminent is near me!
It is... It is... Inside me.
(Screams in utter darkness... The grief of being
possessed!)

Execration of the wind blows...
The Dark engulfs me into Its shadow...
To fall endlessly?
Precipiated in the chasm.
Extends my burning soul!
Absorbes my flame...
Has it makes His rest in me!
The black lurks my vitality.
Stun by the night!
My chakras are possessed...
The Behemoth enables Its cocoon witin!
It is... It is... Inside Me

08. Dead Zygote (Chapter III - Dethroned Son)

The skin, the veins, my flesh are tearing by themselves...

The inverted flow of my pulsation, of my life
Is being asphyxiated?
My glands begin to secrete acidic pus
Aspiring my organs...

He's damnation, early transformation...
Unnamable are my forms of decay. Decay.
I run, spitting forth my thick blood...
I crouch to mortify my sleep. Sleep.
Muscles are crushed from the inside?
I pass away! To die...
I volatilize as a soul... Soul...

Growing in at dark speed!
The demonic presence has baptised in Me...
I wont let Him be born!
This immortal creature,
This demoniacal vigorous demon.
I plunge in my corpse...
To clash the Uproar.

I storm by rays, bleeding Its energy
Suffering... He reveals His toxic corruption.
Spreading... Its decease envelopping my anguished
pureness.
Paralysis sets in Me?
I blaze of holiness... Tremouring His sickness...
I grasp His power... Draining Him to be enfeeble.
I eradicate His remains...
To negate His last particle of life...
Blast to invisble ashes... Choking forth...
Infernal blitz... Into immortal reality...
The Anti-soul evolution fades away...
... It regresses eternally.
The shadow of His fear...
Which inhabited me for years!
Lost His answers...
... Of Unmortal-spirituality.

My life half rejoined my other half
Soul and body to make one lethal force.
In connection the reincarnation of my cells...
... Returned me as my own!

I feel...
... Recoverance from my rest.
The Night still has a part of Me?
Awake...
To forge my Soul...

Untrapped from reality,
In the middle of a ceremony.
The shield of time breaks in a church?
Regardless as the candles were losing life...
Scripts of blood bound in the wax!
To melt deep below the lights...